Self-Indulgence
The chill of the night air leaked into the crudely renovated hideout that Octavius had claimed, mist from the waves at the docks carrying moisture into the already molded wood that encompassed the makeshift home. He would need to move somewhere more suitable soon – sickness would thrive in these conditions; moving, though, was difficult enough as a criminal with four massive robotic limbs but adding on a rambunctious captive made it all the worse.
A puff of smoke glided through the air as Octavius turned his attention to [Name], eyes settling on her unmoving body. It had been roughly just over and hour since the two of them had arrived – since she had been secured to the cuff and chain at the bedpost – and she still had not moved. Next time, if there was a next time, he would need to use a bit less of the chemical.
Abandoning the complex formulas and equations at the desk he had brought in, Octavius found himself at the side of [Name]’s bed once again. She lay unmoving, her tangled hair framing her face as if she were an angel. His hand, still gloved from before, touched her stomach once again, pushing the thin fabric of her tank-top up to reveal more of her abdomen.
“Such a beautiful little thing,” the mutter was almost unheard among the splashing of the waves.
Octavius took a long drag from the cigar in his mouth, his hand exploring the length of [Name]’s abdomen with a mission to remember every single indent and curve. He waited for this for years; he would not soon forget it, even if she would never be leaving him. As his hand traveled, it became more and more difficult to control the urge to take what had been his for so very long – and, before long, the tank-top covering [Name]’s chest was ripped entirely from her body in one swift motion.
Truly, this was the most beautiful sight Octavius would ever lay his eyes on.
One of the mechanical limbs chirped, pincers taking the cigar from Octavius’ mouth and carefully discarding it somewhere on the other side of the room while his hands acquainted themselves with [Name]’s breasts. Such a soft, sweet thing, all laid out for him – god, it should have been like this so long ago. How dare she withhold this from him for so long? It didn’t matter; he had her now, and now he was going to get what he wanted and more – and she was going to be punished for her childish behavior.
A small squeak left [Name]’s lips at a particularly rough squeeze of her breast, sending a shockwave of desire through Octavius. His fingers flicked and pulled her hardened nipples in response, her drugged body seeming to slowly be coming back to her as it leaned just slightly into his touch. She wanted this – even if she thought she didn’t. With the way she acted, how could she be trusted to make those decisions for herself anyways?
One of the pincers pulled [Name]’s shorts down just enough for Octavius to snake a hand down her stomach and onto her mound; another pincer yanked his own pants down to his knees, carefully following with his boxers.
A gloved finger ran its way down [Name]’s slit, glistening with the wetness that had pooled from Octavius’ fondling. Slowly, deliberately, that same finger came back up her slit, rubbing small, featherlight circles around her clit. Her unconscious body once again betrayed her, mewling at the stimulation, hips bucking ever-so-gently against the finger.
“Good,” the groan that came from Octavius was almost inhuman, “let go for me, sweet darling.”
Octavius’ free hand found his cock, pumping it with no intention other than relieving some of the pressure that had built up inside of him. It was a mindless twisting movement – he was far too focused on his effect on [Name] to be worried with the feverish need rapidly becoming more and more unbearable inside. Right now, he wanted to focus on the pleasure he could give her, to see how her body responded to him; later, when she needed to be taught, that would be his time.
The finger on [Name]’s clit remained featherlight in touch but sped up the pace at which it was moving; her breath hitched in her throat, small sobs bubbling out of her mouth. Her eyes fluttered, trying to open, but the chemical remained too strong in her body – and she was forced to lay there being stimulated, a white-hot need burning through her veins.
“Do it,” growled Octavius, “insolent little brat; you’ll do it now or you’ll regret it later.”
As if on cue, [Name]’s barely conscious body twitched – a desperate, hard twitch, before stilling. Her cunt squeezed around nothing, pleading for something – or someone – to fuck another orgasm through her. Aiming to please, Octavius slid his finger down to her slit and into her, adding a second finger with little resistance.
Pumping his fingers into [Name]’s cunt, feeling just how willing and warm her body had gotten for him, Octavius found himself bucking into his hand. Her cunt was so greedy, just for him, and the picture of it clenching around his uncomfortably hard cock was nearly enough to send him over the edge. She would look so angelic leaking his cum, all fucked out and pliant; it might even make her behave for once.
Hooking and rubbing just the right spot, [Name]’s cunt clenched desperately around the fingers that fucked her. Waves of delight and pleasure tore through her body, which caused her to twitch and mewl in her medicated sleep. It was enough to drive Octavius over the edge, a low growl bubbling through him as thick spurts of cum covered his leather-clad hand and portions of [Name]’s exposed stomach.
“Such a good girl when she’s quiet, isn’t she,” a cum-covered finger circled lazily around [Name]’s swollen clit, slowly running down her slit and dipping into her entrance. Another cum-covered finger joined, fucking cum into her spent cunt gently.
“Sweet darling,” cooed Octavius as his fingers worked through [Name], “look at how she clings so desperately to my fingers. A good cunt knows to take what she’s given.” He took his fingers from her, examining the mix of cum and slick on the leather of his glove with the utmost care.
On its own accord, one of the pincers snaked over to [Name]’s jaw, prying it open just enough for Octavius to shove his messy fingers in her mouth. It chirped at Octavius to get his attention, and Octavius was more than happy to experimentally shove the two digits over [Name]’s lips. Under his breath he swore, pushing past her deliciously plump lips, caressing her tongue with sticky, salty leather. His cock twitched at the sight and feeling.
Satisfied with himself, Octavius removed his hand from [Name]’s mouth – and, just like that, his glove was perfectly pristine. “Such a little minx,” he muttered, attentively cleaning up the mess that he had left on her stomach with some toilet paper that one of his metal appendages so helpfully offered. Another appendage tucked his cock back into his boxers and pulled his pants back up; it was as if nothing happened.
Given her response to stimulation, [Name] would wake fully soon – likely with no memory of the events that took place, which was fine with Octavius. Preferred, even. After all, he had promised that she would be punished for her atrocious behavior over the last two years, and that had hardly been anything close to a punishment for her. But, how could he have passed up the opportunity for a little self-indulgence – especially if it wouldn’t affect her behavioral corrections?